Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.